<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700</id><updated>2009-10-09T03:29:01.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Voice from Iraq</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog will speak for ALL the children of Iraq, a voice for the millions of Iraqi children who have grown up under war, sanctions, Saddam and now terrorists.   We will speak for the children whose flame of hope is flickering and in danger of going out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115012184852756521</id><published>2006-06-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:55:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of Iraqi kids killer is dead</title><content type='html'>Zarqawi is one of Iraqi kids killer is dead now but still his group and people who support him behind killing our innocent kids, but one by one people like Zarqawi will be hunted sooner or later and people who support Zarqawi will be disgraced in their life for carrying this bloody ideas which always kill our kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have proofs for this, first, when Iraqis heard news about killing Zarqawi they went out to streets to dance we also saw mothers who lost their kids, this is the second happiness after Saddam was gone second, many Arab medias announced Zarqawi as hero after his dead those countries who encourages Zarqawi will be graced like Zarqawi and adding for this many people in Arab countries did funeral ceremony for Zarqawi it didn't stop here but many government men visited this ceremony to show their sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Don't our kids deserve life or what you are saying we die and you have to live, I am saying, you will be hunted too.&lt;br /&gt;Our kids will live as other kids in the world and no body will be able to stop Iraqi kids' life, smile will renew in Iraqi kids face when they see or hear terrorists are hunted one by one like Zarqawi and others, the Arab countries will be disappointed in their terrorism mission against Iraqi kids future and against innocent people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Head of Iraqi kids killer is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115012184852756521?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115012184852756521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-9040597782298996615</id><published>2007-08-13T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:10:08.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraqi kids under Saddam (police station)</title><content type='html'>IRAQ-Nineveh province:&lt;br /&gt;Year: 1997: Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif is orphan lives with his four brothers, 2 sisters and his mother, he is 12 years old, his 3 of brothers work in the market and he is working too, his youngest brother goes to school, Abdullatif sells cigarettes on the street in the market, he has small bench made of wood that he puts his cigarettes on it and sets behind it to wait anyone buys cigarettes from him, he starts 7:00 am Iraqi local time until sunset time, when it is sunset time he puts his cigarettes in the bag and he goes to vegetable benches to buy cheep vegetables to feed his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is summer 1:00 to 4:00 PM, in this time everyday streets get almost nobody because of the heat of Iraqi Summer, Abdullatif puts his bench inside one of stores near by his bench and uses this shortage in selling to go to video games store to watch other kids who play video game, he has no enough money to play and the money he makes it is enough for his family's food so he keeps just watching instead of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he left his bench to watch video games, while he is watching and talking to kids policemen came and surrounded that store, policemen took all kids also Abdullatif to police station,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policemen brought kids including Abdullatif into police station and started to yell to them and cursing,&lt;br /&gt;"All you are criminals and you have 2 choices, first staying here inside police station and get tortured or if you wash and clean the police station you will be released" Abdullatif said that what they told us after they brought us into police station,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif and other kids started to wash and clean the whole police station until sunset then they were released,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif went home without money, without vegetable and tired, he told his mother what happened to him, because of his mother didn't see Abdullatif lying to her in his life so she believed about what happened to Abdullatif, " don't go to the video game store again and I will try to save some money from your gain and your brothers' gains to buy you video games, so you and your brothers can play inside home" his mother said to Abdullatif,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif became happy and promised his mother to not go to video game store anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Next day Abdullatif went to work but at noon police was looking for kids to take them again and collect kids from video games stores but one police saw Abdullatif setting behind bench and remembered his face that he was yesterday at police station so he came and took Abdullatif again to the police station, Abdullatif told police that he works and his family needs food and money but that policeman didn't care about what he is saying, Abdullatif cried but merciless that policeman didn't care,&lt;br /&gt;However Adbullatif is cleaning up and washing police station again for free and for freedom, while he is working he saw small hole on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;He decided to runaway from that hole on the wall and he did it but one police was guarding that hole in outside, Abdullatif was caught, then, police put him in room and started to beat him up and cut his hair in bad way as punishment for him, it is sunset time Abdullatif was released again but in this time he was tortured by policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time by time policemen come to take specially Abdullatif to make him work for free and poor Abdullatif obeys them because he doesn't want to get tortured by police,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif got bored of doing this for free, one day he bought small knife, he put that small knife in his pocket then came back to his bench to work after while police came to take him to wash police station, that merciless slapped Abdullatif , Abdullatif became very angry he pulled his knife and stabbed it to that merciless police's leg hardly twice, other policemen started to beat up Abdullatif and they arrested him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That merciless police lost his leg and Abdullatif went to jail for 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-9040597782298996615?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9040597782298996615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-6275522903380534465</id><published>2007-08-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:25:33.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at house or out of house , merciless terrorists kill our kids</title><content type='html'>Before months:&lt;br /&gt;Some where in Nineveh province:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajed is 11 years old; he lives with his family in small and old house, he doesn't go to school anymore because their region became fighting field many times between Iraqi forces and terrorists, his mother always tries keep him busy inside home and urges him to play inside home with his brothers and sisters, but Sajed gets bored staying at home he always gets way to get out of house and play with his friends at neighborhood, because of this action he gets punished by his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,,,, shootings and explosions started near by their neighborhood, Sajed's mother shouted " Sajed , Sajed, Sajed" but Sajed wasn't at home; he was playing at neighborhood, his mother sat down and started to cry and say my Sajed is gone repeatedly, while she is crying hard knocking on the door, Sajed says " mom, mom open the door it is me Sajed" his mother ran toward door and opened and she saw Sajed with some kids from neighborhood, Sajed invited some kids to home to protect them from shootings and explosions because fighting is close to their house, Sajed and his friends are  scared, paled and breathing quickly, his mother brought water for them quickly, when fighting stopped Sajed's friends left to their home and their families were worried about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajed's mother works hard to keep Sajed inside home to avoid the danger of terrorists everyday, but Sajed always finds way to get out of house and play in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;One day, morning, neighborhood is silent and everything is normal, Sajed's father used this silence to go to market and took Sajed's brothers to buy some toys, while Sajed still in bed sleeping his mother asked his father to buy him new playthings that may keep him inside home,&lt;br /&gt;Mother, Sajed's sisters and Sajed stayed in home,&lt;br /&gt;Father bought toys and playthings for Sajed and in his way to home, suddenly, he heard hard explosion he hurried up toward home and he found their house collapsed, Sajed, Sajed's sisters and Sajed's mother are dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-6275522903380534465?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6275522903380534465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073819410705609394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s320/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above show the one of Shia'a's ritual on Ashoura day, in that day Shia'as make a big ceremony in Iraq and other countries, this ceremony contains slapping their selves, lashing with metal chains and other non metal and make their selves to bleed from head, this happens once every year, but when we look at pictures we see the pain and torture that kids have, actually parents force and encourage their kids to do this, they don't know the harm and damage that kids have from this action, some of these pictures are not from Iraq but I saw with my own eyes how Iraqi kids get pain of doing this, some of these pictures are for other Shia'as in other countries but I feel pain with that wherever it happens, I ask Shia'a parents to stop forcing kids to do that, I got in problem by family when I tried to stop one kid was lashing himself by metal chains.&lt;br /&gt;Kids loose blood and get beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop torturing our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnTri2W8qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8augabq23GY/s1600-h/Blade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnTri2W8qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8augabq23GY/s1600-h/Blade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnTri2W8qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8augabq23GY/s1600-h/Blade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-386443571587000840?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/386443571587000840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=386443571587000840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/386443571587000840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/386443571587000840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-stop-doing-this.html' title='PLEASE STOP DOING THIS'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnVHC2W8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HvXKxvxVorE/s72-c/nickrazorap300%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-4769372805362360804</id><published>2007-06-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:41:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we all cried</title><content type='html'>Iraq, Nineveh:&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday is holiday in Iraq, Fridays I go to cinema and I take some kids from my neighborhood to cinema to watch movies, kids love action movies, they also wait every Friday to I take them to cinema, their mothers dress them good and I go pick up them from their houses, each kid's mother gives me her kid's ticket money, I pay for bus from my own pocket, 4-8 kids usually come with me to cinema, kids age are 10-13 years old, I usually take them to watch  adventure movies and some times to the action, every time I take them to action movie they talk about week in neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Its Wednesday, I was walking then I saw cinema shows action movie on Friday, I told kids that I am going to take them to action movie.&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday I took my little brother and five kids from neighborhood, when we arrived, I saw they changed action movie to sad love story movie and I love that movie, kids are unaware about this change, I thought well, do I take kids home or we enter to watch ?&lt;br /&gt;I also can not leave this movie I love it, I decided to enter with kids to watch this movie, I told kids this love story movies so be quiet and don't make noise, (I saw kids how they get effected from action movies, some times they yell, jump, worry about the hero, laugh and sometimes the get sad)&lt;br /&gt;However we sat in front seats, I am sitting and kids are sitting beside me, they turned off the lights then they operated the movie, it is about end of the movie I noticed kids were very quiet while I ma watching movie, I thought they got bored and slept some how, the end of movie was very sad, I cried little bit, I thought I am the one only who cried in the cinema but when movie is ended and they turned lights on I saw all kids are crying, I didn't think kids were going to cry from that movie.&lt;br /&gt;When we left the cinema kids started to play and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after 2005, the terrorists exploded many of the cinemas and closed up others, the cinema owners get threats in case if they open it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-4769372805362360804?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4769372805362360804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=4769372805362360804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/4769372805362360804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/4769372805362360804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-all-cried.html' title='we all cried'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-58027681273280594</id><published>2007-06-06T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:05:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING GIRL CHILD</title><content type='html'>Old Arabic tribes in Mecca (Saudi Arabia) were looking to the woman as shame, if some man gets girl child he wouldn't be able to show himself to the tribe, people would look at him as meaning of shame in the tribe,&lt;br /&gt;Arabs were thinking the woman is the reason to get girl child and man has no relation with that, The Arabs before Islam were burying new born girl child, after woman gets new girl child his father takes her and goes to burry her to clean his honor, this also called ( shame laundry).&lt;br /&gt;There is very common tale from that time in Mecca,&lt;br /&gt;One Arabic man was burying his 6 years old daughter, when he was digging to make hole to bury his 6 year old daughter, the 6 years old daughter was cleaning her father's beard from dirt (soil), (children are innocent every time), Then, he buried her, but when he got another girl child, he took to bury her too, during burying: he remembered his buried daughter and how she was smiling and cleaning his beard, he started to cry and took his new daughter back to home, her mother was crying but when she saw her she became happy. (Her sister's act saved her life).&lt;br /&gt;Islam prevented this action forever but Islam decreased woman's role and value in community, so woman's situation remained bad, after time people became looking to woman as shame but without burying new born girl children, you won't see this in Iraq's old history before Arabs come to Iraq; Iraq didn't have this Discrimination against woman, after Arabs came to Iraq this Discrimination came with Arabs to Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;This is common in Middle East, this was explanation to make readers to understand the coming story about family and I wanted to give readers small information about the Discrimination against women. If we compare the Discrimination against woman in Iraq and other Arab countries we are going to find Iraq is better than other Arab countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq: Nineveh.&lt;br /&gt;1989&lt;br /&gt;About family in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family has four girls, mother and father, the father is very angry because he has no boy child, he does not play with his daughters, he screams on his daughters, actually he didn't touch any one of his daughters, he always spits on his daughters face and on his wife's face, the father was very nice man but he became angry and mad after he got first girl child.&lt;br /&gt;The mother is pregnant, father is waiting with hope his new boy child but no one knows the coming baby's gender, The daughters are complaining from their father's action to their mother, Mother says "everything will be good when I bring you brother, you father will be nice again after he sees boy".&lt;br /&gt;Four girls hope and pray to be boy the new coming child, they wish to see their father's face smiles and laughs to them.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, new child came but she is girl too, when mother knew this she started to cry and father became angrier he left home to see his friend to talk about already planned about the new wife.&lt;br /&gt;He brought new wife to home, his wife chosen silence about new wife because the community will give the right to the man to get boy but she is not satisfied about her husband's new marriage.&lt;br /&gt;The new wife is pregnant and everybody's eye on new coming child but the second wife begot girl child too,&lt;br /&gt;The father became very mad and he decided to marry third one, then, he did it.&lt;br /&gt;After one year of his third marriage, the third wife is pregnant and father is waiting new child boy, the first wife is pregnant too, the third wife begot girl too, the father lost his last hope about boy, his first wife is pregnant but he doesn't care any more about it,&lt;br /&gt;One day he was walking on the street, his neighbor told him that his first wife begot new boy child, he ran to home and he found his son from his first wife.&lt;br /&gt;The father took good lesson from his life and he started to treat his huge family nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY-BY-DAY IRAQIS LEARNED TO NOT MAKE DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN BOY AND GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN WOMAN AND MAN IN IRAQI COMMUNTY BUT TODAY FATHERS TREAT THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS IN SAME WAY, AND LOVE THEM IN SAME VALUE, BUT STILL SOME FAMILIES HAS DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN SON AND DAUGHTER, IT IS  ONLY 10% OF IRAQIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-58027681273280594?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/58027681273280594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=58027681273280594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/58027681273280594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/58027681273280594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-girl-child.html' title='BEING GIRL CHILD'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-2746432714824505209</id><published>2007-05-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:36:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taharah / Circumucision</title><content type='html'>Taharah means circumcision in Arabic and also some people say Sunnet for Taharah, circumcision is an act of cutting off the prepuce or foreskin of males, this came from Prophet Mohammed by Allah (God) as other heavenly religion from same God for Jews, Christians and Islam so it is same order from God was told by God's prophets for people.&lt;br /&gt;The Jews are as a circumcised people.&lt;br /&gt;Rejection of the sins of the flesh; Spiritual purification and acceptance of the Christian faith, The act of circumcising; surgical removal of the foreskin of males the act of circumcising performed on males eight days after birth as a Jewish and Muslim religious rite. The feast day celebrating the circumcision of Jesus; celebrated on January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;As you see three religions have one more same point,&lt;br /&gt;The circumcision in Islam for male only, I slam has no female circumcision at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taharah in Iraq, as other Islam majority countries Iraq has big care for male circumcision,&lt;br /&gt;In some areas and before 10 years in Iraq; Iraqi kids get circumcised when they are 4-12 years old but now people get their kids circumcised after 2 weeks after birth specially who lives in big cities.&lt;br /&gt; All kids get afrsid from circumcision and from circumciser; I am sure every man and boy has circumcision (Taharah) story in Iraq, so I am going to tell you circumcision story for twin boys Jawdat and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawdat and Ali are brothers and they are twins, they live with their family. Jawdat and Ali have big family.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jawdat and Ali are twins they were born weak and their parents decided to postpone their circumcision when they get 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It is spring Jawdat and Ali are 8 years old, parents prepared everything for circumcision without twin's knowledge (if twins know about circumcision they will run away), however twins were kept busy without knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan is twins' cousin, Hassan heard about circumcising today and he went to tell twins,&lt;br /&gt;"Jawdat, Ali, I heard today is cut day for you" Hassan said.&lt;br /&gt;When twins heard this, they ran away, when circumciser came waited for hour the family couldn't find the twins then circumciser left.&lt;br /&gt;Twins are 9 years old and it is spring, this year the twins are aware and very scared, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;10 years old, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;11 years old, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;Twins are 12 years old; the family made trap to catch twins, first parents sent twins to work ( to come from work tired and they won't go any where after work, they will come directly to home).&lt;br /&gt;Jawdat and Ali came from work at 4:00 PM very tired,&lt;br /&gt;When Jawdat and Ali saw the circumciser at home, they tried to make excuses but their father said it is just one time and you are getting older day by day, lets do it now, twins accepted this time and they got circumcised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-2746432714824505209?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2746432714824505209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=2746432714824505209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2746432714824505209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2746432714824505209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/05/taharah-circumucision.html' title='Taharah / Circumucision'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-3202739961277628894</id><published>2007-04-13T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:56:33.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and mute kid</title><content type='html'>One day I was teaching kids a new game to play in neighborhood, every time I teach them new game they get bored after playing that game and they want more, you know kids' situation, one of kids brought me his broken car toy to fix it, I couldn't fix it because I hadn't spare parts, he became sad, I didn't know what to do and I didn't have money to buy them candies, I said ok kids let me tell you funny jokes, kid became happy while I am telling them jokes all of them laugh, I noticed one of them doesn't listen and doesn't laugh, he just sits with kids, I talked to him and I asked his name he didn't answer to me, I see him first time in neighborhood, I asked one of kids what's wrong with him, Ali told me his family came new and he can't talk and can't hear, I tried funny things with my hands, I saw he smiled to me, his name is Samir but calling him with name doesn't work because he doesn’t hear he is 7 years old, however, I was with kids from around 3:00 PM until sunset after sunset all kids went home, I went to visit on of my friends after one hour I returned to home, I entered home I was trying to sit down I heard hard knockings on door, my mother said this knock is means something bad happened, and she told me if I made any problems before I come home, I told her no I didn't do any thing, however I went to see who is knocking, I saw Ali with woman, the woman is crying, Ali told me this is Samir's mother, I told her what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;She said Samir is lost…… did you see him? … Samir doesn’t know this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;I said he was with kids and they went home didn't he come home?&lt;br /&gt;She said no ….. I have no body to look for him now his father at work,&lt;br /&gt;I told her don't worry you go home and I will gather some friends to look for him,&lt;br /&gt;She said I have to come with you; I brought 2 guys from our neighborhood, me, Ali and Samir's mother we all went to look for in the neighborhood and other neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of looking for him we gathered in the other neighborhood without finding him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Samir's mother to go home and take Ali with her we will continue to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;After they went home, I told 2 of my friends to knock doors on by one and ask them about Samir, then we started to ask every house about him, some people haven't seen him some others saw him walking that way or he was standing and watching other kids.&lt;br /&gt;We walked according people's direction to us, finally we found our selves back in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me why we don't go to mosque (if any kid or old guy or animal is lost, people go to mosque and then the Imam announces in the mosque's loud speaker about lost thing , this is very common in north of Iraq)&lt;br /&gt;We ran to the  nearest mosque but mosque was locked then we went to Imam's home, Imam refused because it was night and late however we convinced him, we together went mosque again to use loud speaker, after Imam announced about Samir and how he is look like, and he said if any body has him please bring him to mosque people left their home to find out what is going on, after half our nothing happened, Imam said ok come back tomorrow I am very busy now, however we convinced him again to wait just little more and repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;In the second time one guy brought Samir to the mosque, Samir was little scared but when saw me he knew me and I made some funny hand things he smiled, Imam told us ok take him to his mother, then we kissed Imam's hand and the guy's hand who brought Samir, (kissing men's hand here in Iraq means respect specially if you kiss old men or women hand , It means I am very thankful, grateful and means you are very appreciated for his job that he or she has done to you, we also kiss our father's hand and specially our mother's hand to show obey and respect to parents here in Iraq, some times kissing somebody's hand means asking for frogiveness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Samir to home, I knocked their door no one was at home then I took Samir to my home, I saw my mother and Samir's mother are awake waiting for us, after Samir's mother took Samir home, I went to bed tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-3202739961277628894?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3202739961277628894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=3202739961277628894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3202739961277628894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3202739961277628894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-mute-kid.html' title='me and mute kid'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-3300039239544069324</id><published>2007-04-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:10:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding from his daughter</title><content type='html'>Hanan waited her father tonight too, then she slept, her mother put her in the bed, she is 8 years old her family is very poor, she has no sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:00 am her father arrived; he asked about Hanan, mother said she slept after long waiting for you; did you get your salary?&lt;br /&gt;Father "work is weak, I didn't get money, I couldn't buy candies and doll that I promised her"&lt;br /&gt;Mother "she waits you every night, she told me every one bought new doll but she".&lt;br /&gt;Father "make her busy, don't let remember about, when she talks about it find something else"&lt;br /&gt;Mother "I have no more excuses to tell her"&lt;br /&gt;It is morning, father left to work before Hanan wakes up, Hanan woke up and asked about her father, mother told her your father didn't come last night he will come tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Hanan "you say tonight everyday".&lt;br /&gt;Mother convinced Hanan this day too like other days, Hanan went out to play with her friends with new doll, girls in neighborhood brag about stories and candies and gifts that their father and older brother brought for them and Hanan has no story just listening in.&lt;br /&gt;Every day Hanan comes home sad, another night Hanan slept without seeing her father again,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning after her father left home two police men came and asked about hanan's father to take him to army to take part in war, mother leaded them to his work place, two police men took Hanan's father to army from work place without seeing her family.&lt;br /&gt;Mother started to work and care for Hanan, their situation became worst.&lt;br /&gt;After four months father escaped from army and came home hiding, Hanan saw her father after more than four months, after day father went to his work place and received his salary for old work he was done, he bought candies and new doll for Hanan, Hanan was waiting her father when she saw new doll she took it to show her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-3300039239544069324?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3300039239544069324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=3300039239544069324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3300039239544069324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3300039239544069324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiding-from-his-daughter.html' title='hiding from his daughter'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-9064710612763194534</id><published>2007-03-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:43:02.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is killing Iraqi kids?</title><content type='html'>I talked in one of my past posts "I won't talk about the way of crimes and terrorism against our Iraqi kids because it gives me pain when write about it" but I will tell you who kill our kids?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go with my vision into Iraq and keeping our eyes outside of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iran is with Shia'a, Iran is with Syria, Iran is with Afghan suicide bombers who enter Iraq, Iran is with Iraqi new government, Iran is with Iraqi Shia'a militants (death teams), Iran supports some Iraqi Shia'a parties which they are in new Iraqi government, Iran is against Ba'ath party in Iraq and Iranian intelligence are every where in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syria is with Iraqi Sunnis, Syria supports Ba'ath party in Iraq, Syria against new Iraqi government, Syria is training terrorists in Latikia (one of Syrian province) and send them to Iraq adding for this those terrorists are Sunnis, Syria supports all Iraqis Sunni fighters, Syria supported Kurds against Saddam and also took part in 1991 second gulf war against Iraq (Saddam), Syria provides safe place for former Iraqi Ba'ath Party and Syrian intelligence everywhere in Iraq. "Syria supports Sunnis and Iran supports Shia'as to make Iraqis fight each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordanians come to Iraq to kill Iraqis they stand with Iraqi Sunnis with bless from Jordanian parliament, we remember 2 years ago (2005 February) when Jordanian terrorist who called Ra'ed Albana exploded him self in local market in Hilla province south of Iraq 200 Iraqi civilians were killed over 400 Iraqi civilians were wounded the Jordanian parliament made big celebration for this big achievement, and Jordan is third main terrorism resource, many terrorists in Iraq are Jordanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia terrorists come to Iraq to kill Iraqis with bless from Saudi Arabian clerics, Fatwa says in Saudi Arabia is obligation for everyone to go to Iraq and create Islamic realm and kill anyone stands against until you finish your aim to make Iraq Islamic state to be ruled by OsamabinLaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Yemeni and Palestinians people are extremists, criminals and terrorists; they come to Iraq to kill our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait has several terrorists come to kill Iraqis.&lt;br /&gt;Egypt, Sudan, Libya, Tunis and Morocco, many terrorists come from those countries to kill Iraqis.&lt;br /&gt;Yusuf Al-Qaradawi Islamic well-known cleric who always appears on Aljazzerah TV urges and asks every young Muslim to go and fight in Iraq even if Iraqis stood kill them, Qaradawi one of big terrorists appears on TV every week to guide Muslims and make Fatwas to send more young Muslims to kill Iraqis and to be killed too.&lt;br /&gt;Qaradawi is responsible of killing Iraqi kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I talked about above is true and you can check with your other resources to find out, now just look at and think countries and people of Iraqi neighbors are trying their best to kill Iraqi kids and make one more Iraqi orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHO IS KILLING IRAQI CHILDRN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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kids?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-5547195057730383011</id><published>2007-03-06T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:51:59.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTEYERCHIA ?</title><content type='html'>From long time Iraqis have good relationship with birds, especially Iraqi kids.&lt;br /&gt;"MUTEYERCHIYA" this is the name called for kids who cares for birds especially doves/ pigeons,&lt;br /&gt;Muteyerchiyas is very common in all over Iraq, the name of "Muteyerchiya" came from word "Teir" which means fly it and also means bird so "Muteyerchi" is the guy who let his doves fly and come back to home again, Muteyerchi is single of Muteyerchia in Iraqi local language.&lt;br /&gt;Most of Muteyerchias are kids 9-17 years old, to be good Muteyerchi; Muteyerchi brings wood and some fence to make big cage usually puts it on the roof after fixing the big cage muteyerchi puts used oil cans and cuts it to be small hoses for doves to sleep in it at night and puts these cans in up inside of this big cage, Muteyerchi ensures that the cage is strong enough so no cat can enter the cage, all Muteyerchias hate cats because cats come at night to eat doves, so we say in Iraq "the house has doves cant has cats" after the fence cage built Muteyerchi goes to birds market to buy some doves, Muteyerchias usually stat with 8 doves 4 males and 4 females and they have to be young and able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;After the Muteyerchi brings the 8 doves starts to cut some feathers from doves' wings so they can't fly back to the first owner and also doves can stay in this house to be used to it and not to leave it even if doves left the house they come back to after they have been used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Muteyerchia starts to feed doves and water usually uses wheat and rice.&lt;br /&gt;After months doves are used to stay in this house and have eggs, Muteyerchi leaves doves to fly free and they come back to cage after year Muteyerchi will have dozens because of reproductions made by his doves.&lt;br /&gt;The war among Muteyerchias:&lt;br /&gt;Before I talk about the war, some Muteyerchias put rules about their region to save their doves like if you have any of my doves you will turn in to me, the war; Muteyerchias most time stay on the roof with their doves and watch sky if any dove enters or he can see it he let his doves to fly and that single dove will join the flying group and come back to the house then Muteyerchi will catch the stranger one, if the bird belongs to one of his neighbors, if he has rules to give it back to his owner he will, if his region without rules the stranger became his dove then he will decide join it with his bird or he will sell in birds market, some times this leads to real fight among Muteyerchias .&lt;br /&gt;Every Muteyerchi has his own way to defend and hunt birds, and some Muteyerchias make alliance with each other to be in control in that area.&lt;br /&gt;The contest:&lt;br /&gt; In every year Muteyerchias make many contests in Iraq, every Muteyerchi takes one of his best doves and make one big cage all Muteyerchias put their doves until they be used to stay in that cage then all Muteyerchias take their doves to pointed area it is decided before, it is about 40- 100 kilometers, the distance will be decided by Muteyerchias.&lt;br /&gt;Then they leave doves from pointed area and go to big cage to wait doves, whose dove comes first will be winner and will get prize also second and third.&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi dove is world's strongest dove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-2888287734057965772</id><published>2007-02-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:38:18.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my small kite story</title><content type='html'>Kite is one of Iraqi kids favorite thing, specially when comes wind season end of spring and autumn time so I remember my first kite flying, kids fly kites on the roof and some on the ground especially in villages, if roof is not good for kite flying which it has to be wide enough to kids movements kids go to their neighbors to go up to the roof with other kids to fly kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6 years old my older brothers were doing kites to fly which was not allowed to me to do with them because my mother were when you grow up and became like them I will allow you to go with them, I liked it from first, my brother go up to roof and start to fly kites and I stay on the ground to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;I became nine years old it is beginning of autumn there is good wind, I asked my mother to allow me to make kite she said ok but be careful, because many kids drops from roof and get their legs broken, I went to roof I have already my kite stuff prepared and I know how to make because I was watching my brothers how they were making it, I became very happy, then my cousin came to play with me he was 7 years old his name Saleem, saleem were very excited to make our first kite, it was about 9:00 AM, we make kits from old newspapers and  some thin palm wood and filament, after work in it  we made our first kite and it is ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kite went with other kids' kites to showoff whose kite is flying too higher, I and my cousin didn't have our lunch because we were keyed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-2888287734057965772?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2888287734057965772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=2888287734057965772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2888287734057965772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2888287734057965772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-small-kite-story.html' title='my small kite story'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-5036574566695091825</id><published>2007-01-23T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:14:46.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One plus many problems</title><content type='html'>"Khalid …Khalid …wake up it is 7 AM …go buy some bread and yogurt to have breakfast and go to work." His mother said. Mother started family's new day with these words.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid is 10 years old, he has 12 old years blind sister they live with their mother, mother is sick she can't do a lot of homework her blind daughter helps to do it, Khalid works at market to support his family.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid woke up but he doesn't what to do because yesterday night when he was coming to home after he gained small money was enough to family food but some street kids cut his way and beat him up took his money, Khalid didn't tell this yesterday to his family, this morning he didn't want to tell he left home to find breakfast for his family.&lt;br /&gt;He is usually smart and careful but in that day he was thinking about breakfast food, he walked to the store and asked him to give him bread and yogurt and he will pay him later, the vender saw his torn clothes then vender gave him some bread and some yogurt for free told him you it is for free don't pay me at all, Khalid became very happy because he solved the breakfast problem without make his family sad in that day.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid started to run and run happy to make happy breakfast, car hit him down in his way crossing the road his bread is gone yogurt dumped on the ground," my breads …my yogurt " Kahlid was telling with cry during the car accident, one of his arms was broken and his head was wounded, car didn't stop to pick him up ran away it is early morning there is no many people around,&lt;br /&gt;The vender and some of people were in the store run to take him to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It is 11:00 AM Khalid found himself at the hospital his mother very worried about him she can't go out find out because she is sick and she can't send her blind daughter out, time is going on his hungry mother and sister very worried to know what is going on, the vender still with Khalid in the hospital then brought Khalid home when his mother saw his son she started to cry his sister heard her mother is crying she started to cry too but she doesn't know what is going on, Vender put Khalid on the bed and sat down told his mother car hit your son and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;After the mother explained their situation to the vender; vender told them from now on I will bring you food every day and some clothes and I will buy medicine to Khalid.&lt;br /&gt;After year Khalid became good and he started to work again to support his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-5036574566695091825?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5036574566695091825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=5036574566695091825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/5036574566695091825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/5036574566695091825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-plus-many-problems.html' title='One plus many problems'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-1856410615452479257</id><published>2007-01-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:34:21.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Windows to Iraqi Kids</title><content type='html'>To be close to Iraqi kids I am going to open small window to watch Iraqi kids from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WindowI:&lt;br /&gt; In beginning of everyday kids wake up about 8 to 10 AM after father left them to work while they were sleeping, mother takes them and washes their hands and faces to prepare them to have breakfast, after the breakfast mother dresses them up to the weather, mother takes them to front of door there are other mothers do same thing then kids gather together to play and talk one of the mothers will watch them in front of the door or many mothers set to watch them, in one neighborhood will be almost 20 children or more than 20 then children will start to play, run, laugh and joke, girls and boys in this time kids forget who is brother and sister all of them feel like brothers and sisters and 2-4 years kids will attend this assemble but their 8-11 years old sisters will hold them, 2-4 years old kids just watch and have fun by watching other kids playing but when they get about 6 years old they will play with children assemble.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes while kids are playing one of mothers in neighborhood distributes candy or cake after she cooked just for kids assemble, cake distribution time kids stop to get everyone his/her share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window II:&lt;br /&gt;The life insurance for Iraqi kids is their mother, mother is best life insurance for kids from 4000 years and it is very active until now in Iraq and very trustable insurance and works like that: when kid sets on the ground and it is cold weather, mother doesn't allow her child and doesn't allow playing with sick animals and doesn't allow doing any thing leads their children to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window III:&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed, in winter time parents urge their kids to sleep early like 8PM-9PM kids go bed, some houses have one room for all kids, some families have about 6 kids sleep on one wide mat for six kids every one has his own blanket, some families have one big wide mat for parents and kids sleep in this mat and with one wide blanket, because they have no more room to put kids in other rooms so they make big wide mat and blanket to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;Summer time kids go to bed about 11PM to bed, most of Iraqi people sleep on the roof in summer time so every kid has his own bed, summer time solves bed problem for who don't have enough rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-1856410615452479257?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1856410615452479257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=1856410615452479257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/1856410615452479257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/1856410615452479257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-windows-to-iraqi-kids.html' title='Three Windows to Iraqi Kids'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116718516068273740</id><published>2006-12-26T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:06:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY FOR BREAD</title><content type='html'>Hashim says;&lt;br /&gt;Hashim is one of my friends; we were talking one day he told me this story happened with him and two boys, when Hashim was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Hashim says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is summer it is work season we usually go to some known places to get work, the place which every boys get gathered 11-20 years old then trucks come to take us to farms to work usually to digging land take potato on ground to fill it in bags and then fill trucks.&lt;br /&gt;This is a normal work in north of Nineveh they pay 1000 Iraqi Dinars more than half of dollar from 8am to 5pm the condition of work is very bad but they have no choice just to work to support their family.&lt;br /&gt;On day I got up 7am prepared my self to go out to go to work it is Friday many of workers don't come to work and trucks don't come also then my mother prepared Falafel sandwiches for me to take with me. I went to the place which we wait the trucks, I saw one of my friends his name Ali he is 14 years old and another boy from our city he is in same age like us, just three of us are waiting for truck no body else after waiting one hour one pick-up truck came asked are potato workers we said yes then he said jump on the truck, we jumped on the truck then started to drive us to work but we don't who is the man and where is the work, Ali told me" I didn't like this guy who is taking us to work" I told him " all we need work don't worry about his face " after two hours of driving the guy took us to far area we are not used to work in that far away from paved ways and highways.&lt;br /&gt; he dropped us to the farm I saw one guy watches and about 20 boys are working, when we started to walk to start work one of boys told me "if you leave this area is better for you, don't work here" I didn't care about his speech because I thought he doesn't like us to work, the guy came told you three new boys come work here away from other workers then we went to work ,&lt;br /&gt;There are lines on the ground tractor comes takes potatoes out we start to gather it and fill it in bags, the weather is very hot I asked for some water the guy who watches us told me "just work no water" he has stick in his hand and ordering us to don't let pass any potato on the and in the ground, he just yells on us, now I am ready to quit work for any reason I see it else.&lt;br /&gt;He came after of my line and couldn’t find any potato then he went after Ali's line he also couldn’t find any missed potato but when he went after the boy's line that is with us he found many missed  potatoes behind him he started to beat the boy with his stick, when I and Ali saw this we ran toward him and started fight him then we beat him up when he saw he got beaten he yelled to his guys to help about 15 guys came with sticks toward us those guys started to beat up us until we escaped from farm they came after us but we ran faster than them but we don't know where we are.&lt;br /&gt; We left our food over there in the farm, I have blood in my body Ali is bleeding also and the boy too, our clothes are torn like escaped from monster's teeth.   I told them we have to walk until find truck takes us to the city, still I am thirsty the guy didn't give me water to drink and heat of sun.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Kurdish tents we went toward them, 8-9 years old kids around the tents saw us they went to tell their families, an old man and an old woman came when they saw us they took us inside tent and gave us water, they asked what happened to you, I told them dog attacked us the old man didn't believe us, he said you have been beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us food and some clothes, we washed our bloods then we started to walk toward highway we walked about 2-4 kilometers until we found the way. We stopped car and told him we don't have money, take us to the city, he said ok come on; we came to house without money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This story passed out by Hashim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116718516068273740?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116718516068273740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116718516068273740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116718516068273740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116718516068273740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-day-for-bread.html' title='ONE DAY FOR BREAD'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116614958082555571</id><published>2006-12-14T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:26:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgul</title><content type='html'>Burgul is very famous food in middle east, especially in north of Iraq exactly in Nineveh province which is in north of Iraq, almost all Iraqi nationalities make Burgul, the Christian villages in east north of Nineveh and all other villages north west of Nineveh make Burgul.&lt;br /&gt;Nineveh is called "the basket of Iraq bread" this name came to Nineveh because Nineveh produces a lot of wheat and barley and feeds Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;First we buy good wheat and bring it to home, women wash and clean almost 1/4 ton of wheat it may takes several days, and we bring big pot and install the pot and bring some wood to put under the pot, mostly we put the pot front of house some times inside of house, we start to fill the pot water then start to fire it after 5 minutes start dump the clean wheat to the pot, and start to poach the wheat we don't cover the pot.&lt;br /&gt;During the poaching wheat you are going to see the kids are gathered around the pot and every kid has small jar waiting for poached wheat off course this is in the summer, after is poached the owner of the pot start fill small jars for kids and kids take to home to put some salt on it " my advice putting some salt on poached wheat is yummy, when I was kid I ate very much of it still I say no for it".&lt;br /&gt;After kids go home we start to take it to the roof and lay it on the roof to dry, drying takes 3 days, then women start to clear it from any thing just poached wheat.&lt;br /&gt;After dry we take it to the mill to crush it to make it small pieces then we bring to home to clear it and separate the very very small pieces out and also smipoached wheat flour out, and after this cleaning what it remained is Burgul.We start to cook Burgul like the rice but it has own taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116614958082555571?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116614958082555571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116614958082555571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116614958082555571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116614958082555571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/12/burgul.html' title='Burgul'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116468062019888238</id><published>2006-11-27T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:23:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids' Family</title><content type='html'>Most of Iraqi families consist of more than 10 persons and it depends for family and for begetting, Saadi is 8 years old lives with big family made of 28 persons, Saadi's family live in house has 7 rooms, one room for his grandfather and grandmother because the house for his grandfather one room for Saadi's family for him, his mother, his father, his brother and sister, one room for guests, one room for his married uncle and his family, one room for his another married uncle and his family, one room for his unmarried three aunts, one room for his unmarried four uncles.&lt;br /&gt;Adding for seven rooms they have kitchen, toilets and room for their stuff, Saadi spends his day playing with his cousins in side the house and from time to time his grandfather gathers him and his cousins to tell them tales and old stories sometimes funny stories and play with them sometimes teach them how to play.&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather doesn't work he is 65 years old but Saadi's father and his uncles work together to support this big family, when one of his uncles is free plays with Saadi and his cousins and also take the kids to the park, the women in this house take care of cleanings, washings and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;The men in this house just work to make money to feed family and other family's need, they are not rich and also they run their self by their self, this the situation many Iraqi family live with.&lt;br /&gt;Kids' voices are overflowing this house day time and night time is calm because all kids in bed now, in the morning all kids be gathered to feed them then leave them to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they buy something for any child they have to buy for all children (you know the kids) when they give chocolate or candy  for one child they have to give for all children  (you know the kids).&lt;br /&gt;I know Saadi he is very polite child and good also he is clever in school, his younger brother 8 years old very funny and nice, I like them, when I visit them the kids come around me because his father my friend.&lt;br /&gt;This house kind of full of love and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116468062019888238?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116468062019888238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116468062019888238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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three wives all of them live in big house which her father own it, Fawziah is lucky because her mother and her father's other two wives don't make quarrel with each other (if man married more than one wife usually wives make quarrel with each other here in Iraq).&lt;br /&gt;Her mother the first and older one has five kids, Fawziah is fourth child among her brothers, the second wife has four children all of them girls the third one has two children one boy and the other is girl, they have big house because Fawziah's father buys and sells cows, oxen and sheep, her father takes his animals to sell if sells he buys new ones end of the day he brings them to house which he made rooms for his animals beside of his house.&lt;br /&gt;Fawziah's brothers help their father to take animals to animal market and bring them, her mother and other wives care to feed, clean and milking.&lt;br /&gt;Fawziah likes to spend times with cows and sheep she likes them too much, when she goes to school she brings her friends to show them their cows and sheep, also she goes with her mother to sell milk and yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;One day their permanently cow yeaned new calf colored with white and red, Fawziah liked it too much, she brings to calf from her own cakes and when her mother gives her an apple she gives half of it to her calf, she also asked her father to buy comb to her calf her father bought to her new comb every day she combs her calf.&lt;br /&gt;The problem her father doesn't know her daughter likes the calf too much; her father is very busy by running selling and buying animals and also to run his family he is always busy,&lt;br /&gt;After four months her calf gets bigger and bigger, one night she heard her father talking to her mother about the calf to slay it and use meat for eat, she couldn't sleep that night always thinking about her calf,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she talked to her mother about the calf and her mother said I will talk to your father, when her mother talked to him he said don't worry she cries for one and two days then will forget every thing but he didn't know how his daughter likes the calf even if he knows it he cares for his business.&lt;br /&gt;After two months his father decided to slay the calf then he prepared knives to start but Fawziah cried very hard and started scream strongly when neighbors heard her scream they came quickly to say what is going on after they understood the story they asked him not to slay the calf because of Fawziah then he stopped slaying.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks her father sent Fawziha and her mother to buy new clothes for fawziah, Fawziha didn't know his father planned to sell the calf, when Fawziah and her mother came back Fawziah couldn't see the calf she started to cry and scream she thought her father slaughtered the calf then she became sick for two years, after two years she became well step by step but she doesn't believe her sold the calf until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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calf'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116031236860647767</id><published>2006-10-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:59:28.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note!</title><content type='html'>Of course all Iraq’s situation is not same, some people are rich and most of Iraqi people are poor and Saddam was giving a lot of money for his men all these made big difference between Iraqi people’s situation.&lt;br /&gt;All Iraqi people don’t have same nation and don’t have same belief (religion), Iraqi nations are Arabs, Kurds, Turcomans, Assyrians, Armenians, Syriacs (suryani) and keldanis. The religions in Iraq are Islam, Christianity, yazidi and Sabi’a. All these nationalities and religions led to variety of traditions in Iraq, Baghdad is the capital so you are going to see all kind of Iraqis but most of residents are Arabs Shiaa, most people in south Iraq are Arabs shiaa but there are some Arab Sunnis among Arab shiaa, middle of Iraq is for Arab Sunnis, north of Iraq is for Kurds, Turcomans and others.&lt;br /&gt;Iraq has very rich history in the world starting from Sumerians, Assyrians, Abbasians and etc, these histories has great effect for Iraqi people nature.&lt;br /&gt;Also Iraq has big cities like Baghdad, Mosul and Basra; also Iraq has poor neglected cities and villages but poor cities are more than rich ones.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the story in south will not be like in mid or north, rich Iraqi people don't like to hear about poor Iraqi people.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this note for who think Iraq has one situation and has one type of people.&lt;br /&gt;I think this small information will help you reading my stories and also you can read true books about Iraq to understand Iraq well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116031236860647767?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116031236860647767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116031236860647767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116031236860647767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116031236860647767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/10/note.html' title='Note!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115996903668221618</id><published>2006-10-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:37:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fathers</title><content type='html'>When Asmaa was born her father left her and her mother, her father left them because he didn't want them any more; Asmaa's mother is working tailor for the neighborhood, she decided to take care for Asmaa in stead of marriage, she works to buy food, toys for Asmaa, clothes for Asmaa and stuff for their house.&lt;br /&gt;After four years every things started to be good but Asmaa's father appeared, one night he came home back drunk and wounded, Asmaa's mother tried to understand him and get everything good like how they were in the beginning but she didn't know her husband became criminal and came to hide himself.&lt;br /&gt;He even didn't ask about his daughter, Asmaa's mother took care for him in that night.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning while she was baking he woke up from bed and started to yell for her to bring breakfast in meantime Asmaa woke up, when Asmaa saw him she ran to her mother quickly and asked who is the guy in he room, easily,,, her mother said he is your father, Asmaa didn't care because she is not used to know what is father.&lt;br /&gt;One of Asmaa's mother eyes became blind because of hard working  adding for this problem the father  force her to take money from her.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa's mother remained patient with all these problems because of Asmaa, her father don't talk with Asmaa and Asmaa don't talk with him and doesn't like him, mother tries to fix everything to be normal family as other families but father came to house because he is wanted for thieves.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday father beats mother in front of Asmaa and Asmaa starts to cry but father don't care about her.&lt;br /&gt;All these events continued until Asmaa's mother two eyes became blind, after this…. no work no money father started to sell things from house…………..&lt;br /&gt;The mother has been thrown on the bed blind; Asmaa takes care for her with their neighbor old woman until thieves killed the father in front of house.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa is seven years old and she gets food and clothes from neighbors, her blind mother on the bed teaches her sewing, after one year she stared to sew for neighbors,.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa is 17 years old became tailor her mother still on bed but Asmaa bought every thing for house and she takes good care for her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115996903668221618?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115996903668221618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115996903668221618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115996903668221618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115996903668221618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-fathers.html' title='Some fathers'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113223529029666100</id><published>2005-11-17T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:26:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Luck or Terror's monstrous(savage) ?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you this story behalf two kids ,It is small story but they had very hard situation . Year 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Jasim are brothers , Ali is 9 years old , Jasim 8 years old , they are not orphans living in their owen house as normal people in Iraq . One they both of them became sick so their mother decided to take them to the hospital but their sickness was not too bad , it was cold or some thing like that . When they arrived to the hospital they left the car walking down into hospital in same time Iraqi army was chasing 4 terrorists in and around the city, So terrorists went to the hospital and Iraqi army after them but Iraqi army almost surrounded the hospital ( this situation is full of shooting each other but Iraqi Army is careful because of existed people ) .&lt;br /&gt;However two of terrorists ran away , remained two of them they arrived to the gate of hospital this is the point met Ali ,Jasim and their mother hiding behind the wall after hearing shooting to protect their selves because they didn't know what was going on . ( terrorists wre wearing explosive material&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOWING BELT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" and Iraqi army knows this so became very careful) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Iraqi army wants to capture them , at gate two terrorists and Ali ,Jasim and mother behind the wall wich very close to the gat in front of gate Iraqi army surrounded every where back the hospital and in the hospital Iraqi army too .&lt;br /&gt;Two terrorists saw there is no way they will be captured by Iraqi army they saw they Ali's family behind the wall on of them lifted two kids every kid in single hand they threatening to kill those kids if didn't leave us to leave the city , Ali's mother is crying begging but nothing but they were kicking her to every part in her body she fell down till she swooned , they took two kids walking to their car after Iraqi army saw their monstrous action to save two kids. ( the situation was so hard save two kids, save the hospital and capture them).&lt;br /&gt;Two terrorists left the hospital after Iraqi army let them and didn't chase them to save two kids , two terrorists threw two kids out of car when they left city .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113223529029666100?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113223529029666100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113223529029666100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113223529029666100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113223529029666100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/lack-of-luck-or-terrors.html' title='Lack of Luck or Terror&apos;s monstrous(savage) ?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115789101737090697</id><published>2006-09-10T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:23:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is monester in Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Iraqi kids have another problem this problem is new for Iraqi kids, in spite of all problems threat Iraqi childhood but this one  threats our kids lives and every meaning of being child in Iraq .&lt;br /&gt;Iraq is living this problem more than one year, this problem is more than street fighting, more than civil war, more than terrorism, I have no idea what do I call the situation in Iraq? Now …………… every day many Iraqi kids get murdered, some Iraqi kids get force for terrorism operations, other kids die because there is no good medical care, in the beginning of my blog I was talking about kids education and their condition, now I am talking about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been writing for while because the new stories that I have it are very bad and very very bad, the situation in Iraq even effects for my psychology, so I apologize for my absence for while, but I will carry on to share Iraqi kids problem with world.&lt;br /&gt;The big problem in this world no one focus the light spot on this problem, politicians even don't want to mention this, journalism don't care about Iraqi kids lives.&lt;br /&gt;The Muslim clerics are busy for announce Fatwas for kill our kids but indirectly. (Fatwa: means obligated religion orders comes from Muslim clerics).&lt;br /&gt;Iraq's neighbors have no mercy for our kids; our kids cry blood every one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;Kids in Iraq are loosing their organs, terrorists and criminals are kidnapping our kids and sell their organs for money, killings on streets and car bombs are one of big monsters in Iraq and more than this.&lt;br /&gt;                                                Imagine can you live in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fixing Iraq's problem means giving life for our kids&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115789101737090697?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115789101737090697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115789101737090697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115789101737090697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115789101737090697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-monester-in-iraq.html' title='There is monester in Iraq'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115409281951707176</id><published>2006-07-28T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:20:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining of Iraqi kids grow up</title><content type='html'>Preparing for new baby starts before three months the baby comes, however everything is needed will be prepared for baby, in past years ago and in some villages now the people are using same way to grow up kids, basically mother uses her milk if mother couldn’t some of kids relatives will uses their new born mothers milk to help that kid, secondary thing is unbroken cleaning for kid, mother uses some clothes to wrap entire of baby’s body hard except the head, these clothes won’t be thrown after one use but it will be washed again therefore they use strong and soft clothes, mothers use some of dirt(soil) this soil usually be colored in nature red or green, after mothers bring this soil will be cleaned from every thing bad for babies’ body then they make it fleecy powder then they warm it and put in baby’s back  to keep they baby clean and warm specially in winter time.&lt;br /&gt;The cot is made of wood and mothers prepare very soft mini bed many people put small knife or metal underneath baby’s pillow to help him sleep, also they keep every smells away from kids.&lt;br /&gt;In sleep time mothers shake the cot and start to sing until the baby sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating in every year birthday is not common her in Iraq for example I haven’t made birthday party in my life until now but we make parties for kids in occasions; the occasions are first time baby has tooth in this occasion we cook many kinds of food but make special food and we distribute for neighbors letting them to know our baby has his first tooth, it is just traditions.&lt;br /&gt;We make party when first baby walks this is my favorite party I like too much when I see first walk for kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115409281951707176?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115409281951707176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115409281951707176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115409281951707176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115409281951707176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/07/begining-of-iraqi-kids-grow-up.html' title='The begining of Iraqi kids grow up'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114941551546299056</id><published>2006-06-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:05:15.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Iraqi kids</title><content type='html'>When any stranger comes to Iraq and he goes around neighborhoods he is going to see gathered Iraqi kids are watching him, Iraqi kids are curious to know what is going on around them and they are always punctual not miss any fun, for these two reasons Iraqi kids are very lovely, I am going to add some examples that show mentioned reasons above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003 after freedom of Iraq the soldiers of coalition forces saw many kids everywhere in Iraq running toward soldier to play with them and get some candies which soldiers brought for kids and take pictures, everyday morning kids get up and wait in neighborhoods to get candies and have fun with soldiers also some parents bring their sick kids to show them to the doctors in army, sick kids get medicines and other kids get fun and some food that kids like, I am sure every soldier knows what Iraqi kids like from foods.&lt;br /&gt;But… Sometimes doesn’t go good because of the terrorists, when terrorists saw this relationship between Iraqi kids and soldiers they had and have many operations against this relationship, one of many clear examples, terrorists killed more than 10 kids and many injuries among kids in Baghdad in bomb was planted in the place where Iraqi kids were waiting soldiers to play and get some candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beginning of summer in Iraq after schools get shut and whether gets hot, our kids are ready to have fun every kid in Iraq has his own plan for summer, kids in Iraq love to play with each other in neighborhoods at night in summer time, I am sure kids who are near by the rivers or any water resources are playing with water and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I HOPE SAFE SUMMER FOR IRAQI KIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114941551546299056?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114941551546299056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114941551546299056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114941551546299056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114941551546299056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovely-iraqi-kids.html' title='Lovely Iraqi kids'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114830582216300311</id><published>2006-05-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:50:22.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa'ad</title><content type='html'>Wa’ad is born after three months of his father’s death, Wa'ad lived with his mother but he didn’t know about his father, his married aunt and his married uncle were supporting Wa'ad and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;   Wa'ad is 4 years old his mother died his uncle decided to take Wa'ad to live with his family but his wife didn’t welcome this idea too much, this is the way Wa’ad can stay alive only, his uncle moved Wa’ad to his home and sold Wa’ad’s home stuffs to spend its for Wa’ad when he goes to school but the wife didn’t agree with this, Wa’ad has 3 cousins two girls one boy, everyday morning his uncle leaves home to work and the wife feeds her kids first what it is remained she gives it to Wa’ad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad wishes to sit and has food with his cousins but the wife always tells Wa’ad “ you are dirty and lousy” therefore his cousins repeat what their mother says to Wa’ad; Wa’ad likes his cousins but he hates their mother, this situation continued ……………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad is six years old it is his school time but he didn’t know about this and his uncle and wife didn’t send him to school, Wa’ad started to fell lonely and nobody cares about him he decided to escape to anywhere which he stays, after three weeks of thinking Wa’ad left home at night directly to the cemetery which his mother’s grave is there he spent that night with his mother’s grave, morning he felt hungry walked to the market until he got some food to eat, he got work with man sells vegetables his name Hassan ( Hassan is 45 years old) Wa’ad helps Hassan to sell vegetables and Hassan gives him money and food, Wa’ad didn’t tell any thing about his life in stead of this he told him he has family and works to support them at end of every day Wa’ad goes to the cemetery to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;One day Wa’ad met kid his name is Rajab (Rajab was in that time 8 years old he also works in vegetable market). Rajab has no family he spends in room with other kids close to market adding for work Rajab steals and cheater, this situation continued……………………………………………..  &lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad is 8 years old, one night people came with coffin to bury it in the cemetery, people discovered Wa’ad; Wa’ad ran away from the cemetery to the market he met Rajab and told every thing Rajab invited him to the room then both of them went to the room, when they entered Wa’ad saw 5 kids in the room, those kids steal and cheat people to live adding for this they are working, Wa’ad didn’t like this but he had no choice and no where to go, Wa’ad decided to join for these kids,&lt;br /&gt;This situation continued ………… and Wa’ad became one of thieves in the city… steals to eat and live, he was caught many times by police and he released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114830582216300311?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114830582216300311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114830582216300311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114830582216300311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114830582216300311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/05/waad.html' title='Wa&apos;ad'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11175337556769204446'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>